the affectless, confounded version

The Affectless, Confounded Version

Not really a surprise; in fact, it was nothing at all, barely worth mentioning

life has been guided by what is established and conventional--surely

I don't think you'd get away with that, Professor X. I mean, you're too

determined to write something on his chest with a ball-point pen

to offer thanks to one who had done well, or a reproof, either

have to tell you something that I think you should know. Okay. I

rephrased and translated this remark for the woman, who blushed

with the smell of pitch from pinewood torches that sputter

around like zombies...with no fuckin' idea of the shit goin' on down below,

as if you were practicing. Expect the unexpected, whether in the form

beginning to be restive and dancing about on the frosty ground

or alive. It doesn't matter. So congratulations. You've just become.